Deep love never ends

Half ridicule and half curiosity stood in front of me.

The sight swept over me without scruples.

In the eyes of these people, even if I was brought, even if I didn't fall out of favor, I couldn't compare with them side by side.

It is said that the status grade is not important, but it is often unconsciously divided into grades.

"Hey, you scared people silly before. Now people don't talk."

The tearful mole man didn't wait for me to speak, so he turned back and said loudly to Qin Langjun's position.

Full of ridicule.

It's not malicious, but the atmosphere is not much better.

"Gee, it's not as good as the one around me who can talk."

With that, the man gently pulled a woman around him.

Wearing exposed clothes and rabbit ears, she skillfully leaned against the man's arms.

There was a deep gully on his chest, and he deliberately rubbed the man with his chest.

His fingers also revolved around the man. His voice was like a hook. He said coyly: "Oh, you still see others tonight. I thought you were going to leave me. I forgot my old man."

Even the ending has a thrilling vibrato.

The rabbit girl herself took the initiative to rub the man. The two or two cloth covered on her chest was almost rubbed off, revealing the spring light inside.

And that man also put on a good play in front of me without any disguise.

He pinched his hands in front of the woman, and then tutted.

He glanced at me again and said, "if you want me to stabilize your position, you still have to learn some of these. Otherwise, according to his wooden fish pimples and cold ice, who knows when to open your mind and understand the taste."

"Isn't it, beauty?"

With that, the man with tears mole bowed his head and kissed the woman on the neck.

It provoked the woman's charming voice.

"If you can't learn, you can still learn from me."

With that, he seemed to pinch the woman around him. The woman screamed, and then took the initiative to climb on him like dodder.

The picture provokes fire, but it is also hot eyes.

There was a heavy noise over the table.

I subconsciously looked at Qin Langjun. He put his long legs down from the table, leaned forward slightly, picked up a pillow and threw it.

His voice was cold, "get out."

The pillow was thrown firmly and firmly.

The man who was still joking hurriedly avoided it, but he was still severely hurt.

In addition to grumbling a few words of dissatisfaction, he stayed aside honestly.

I went to Qin Langjun and sat on his right.

There is a woman around, far away.

Hesitated a few times and turned to look at me several times.

It was as if he had made up his mind and moved to Qin Langjun little by little.

The hand is also tentatively upward.

These days, it is never a person who dies, and there is never a lack of people.

Unexpectedly, it reminds me of the woman who tried Qin Langjun again and again without fear of death. That woman can be regarded as trying her best.

I almost had a hot strip dance in front of Qin Langjun.

But the end is still the same bad luck, or worse.

But the woman didn't know.

Probably determined that I was still fine, so I tentatively came up with a smiling face.

When she came up with a clear purpose, I nestled in Qin Langjun's arms and squinted at the other side.

Full of provocation and sarcasm.

The woman's action gave me a hard stare without any trace.

After all, peers are enemies.

I don't have the consciousness to share the big cake with others.

"I'm enough tonight, aren't I?"

I looked up and asked foolishly.

His hand is still on him.

Qin Langjun seems to have seen through my intention long ago.

I didn't take my hand, didn't deny it, but didn't refuse it.

Just a light glance at me and let it go.

But the woman who tried to share the cake with me was not very stable.

It seems to be a little anxious to sweep around, and then look at me. It seems to be ready to say something to me, a little annoyed and anxious.

She didn't say anything. I can probably guess what it was.

Probably want to tell me, look at the men here, who don't embrace each other. Why can't anyone do business in order to be angry.

But I haven't even thought about such disgusting things as Shuang Fei.

I pretended not to see her expression, or facing her line of sight, still going my own way.

In the convenience of angry people, I almost have no teacher.

Now is no exception.

I pinched the emotion on her face, pinched the idea in her heart, and then I deliberately narrowed my eyes lazily.

What also interests me is not only the nameless woman in front of me, but also Xia Qinghe on the other side.

The people here are accompanied by each other. Even the women who come to the party here sit beside a man, and their bodies are more relaxed. They learn from men, hug left and right

Although there will be no great transgression, the same ambiguity is strong enough.

That woman is still competing with me.

Almost what I did, she was more charming and boneless.

He was dressed in the style of Japanese students. Two braids hung on his shoulders, but what he couldn't hide was the smell of wind and dust.

It's just different from serious students.

I leaned my head against Qin Langjun's chest, pressed my chin gently on the side, and turned my hand deliberately down, just very slowly.

He held his hand when he was very low.

His eyes still had no waves and looked down at me.

The woman, however, didn't know how to live or die. She stretched out her hand and directly used her ability to hook up. With the appearance of a pure student, she did things with extreme proficiency.

And he glanced at me proudly.

I find it a little funny.

Just the next second, I heard a shrill voice.

When the woman's hand was ready to reach down, a glass of cold wine mixed with ice water poured directly on her.

I even saw ice flowing down.

Embarrassed and miserable.

"Get out."

Qin Langjun frowned and his voice was cold.

The woman was still begging for mercy and kept apologizing. It looked obvious that she didn't know what she had done wrong.

I used to look at this side, but the arc of watching the excitement is still lighter.

The mobile phone on the table kept shaking.

In the dark environment here, the mobile phone screen is more dazzling and clear.

Wenning's number.

I remember.